Mariella was taking tea in a carefully cloistered drawing room. It was not something she did often, but she found a small cup now and again settled her nerves in a way feeding did not. There was still very much humanity in her, and the taste was not unpleasant as so many others had been rendered since her change. She found it helpful to keep to herself as if human, to have formal meals and stay her diet with human food. It saved them from appearing feral.
A servant entered with a tray, a few letters and a card upon it, setting it down in front of Mariella.
“Thank you, Flora.” Mariella said quietly, setting down her cup and letting her eyes linger for a moment on the rounded plumpness of the young serving girl. Tea, not matter how well brewed, was never as good as freshly drawn blood but she wouldn’t spoil her apatite by snacking now. “That will be all.”
She reached out, picking up the card and smiled, quite surprised by the name written on it. So he was back then. She would have to send someone with her own card, certainly. Granville was tied to the werewolves by his sister but Mariella would never be so callous as to snub him for it and not invite him to call as soon as possible. After all, he would no doubt remember her hospitality at the next Council meeting.